Page 11 of Omega's Reign

I jog the rest of the way, passing a couple doors, mostly just vacant rooms, until I reach the last one in the hallway. It’s not hidden or anything. It’s one of the more easily accessible panic rooms, with a steel door and safety precautions such as a password, hand print scan, and retina scan. We liked to have several measures in place just in case.

The door unlocks for me, and I slowly push it open, not wanting to rush inside.

Holly jumps to her feet at the sight of me and dashes away from the small loveseat with Isaiah. A ginger-haired man stands in the corner, his broad shoulders squaring at the sight of me. He looks ready to tackle me, but he remains in place. That must be the one who was interviewing for the bodyguard position.

“Jordan, are you okay?” Holly asks, running into my arms.

I wrap her in a hug, stroking my hand along her spine. “I should be the one asking if you are okay, my queen. You must’ve been so scared. I have failed you. He checked out for me. I verified his identity and everything, but he must have an excellent fake ID distributor.”

Holly tips her head back and looks up at me, her hazel eyes shining. “Oh no, you don’t. It’s not your fault. This is my fucking father’s fault. We wouldn’t be in this position if it weren’t for him. I had no idea the Righteous Waters Pack was released from prison. They might have been imprisoned for crimes they didn’t commit, but they still committed plenty of crimes that should have locked them away in the first place. They’ve killed people.”

So have we. I don’t say it though. She doesn’t need to think about that kind of thing.

“We’re going to take care of it. They won’t hurt you, and they have no formal claim.” Isaiah stands behind Holly.

Holly swallows and eases away from me. “I know. They just want to fuck with me. I’m sure they’re pissed off.”

“They’ll learn real quick to get over it. Things have changed. They’ll see. Now let Jordan take care of you for a bit. I need to check on the alphas, okay?” Isaiah says, rubbing his hand across Holly’s upper back. I guess I didn’t have to peel him away from her after all.

I look at the ginger man. “Thanks for your help. Beckett will give you something for your effort, but I think our pack needs to reevaluate whether or not Holly needs a body—”

“Andrew has already been hired by me, Jordy,” Holly says, cutting me off. “He did an excellent job protecting us, and Wilder confirmed that he is who he says he is.”

My mouth drops open at her revelation.

Isaiah pats my back. “I’ll get him settled and then we’ll have a meeting real soon.”

I blink a few times, and Holly squeezes me, forcing my attention away from the new bodyguard and my packmate. Fuck me. Why did I even assume that I would get a say in this?

The panic room door clicks closed, leaving me alone with Holly. I bow lower, burying my face in the crook of her neck. “Are you sure about this? We can handle this.”

Holly sighs and eases away, resting her palms on my cheeks. “Just because we can doesn’t mean we have to. Andrew knows a lot about this territory and all of the different packs. I think he’ll be a good fit and an exceptional member of our team.”

I stop myself from arguing and press my lips to her forehead, ensuring she doesn’t see the frustration on my face. “Yes, my queen. You’re absolutely right.”

If only I wasn’t suddenly jealous.

Why couldn’t I be an alpha?

Why can’t I just be enough?

6

Power Struggle

Holly

I didn’t expect to make it one day, let alone weeks before the alphas started asking about their omegas, but it was just enough time.

It helped that Beckett was able to make them believe that other packs were coming in to try to take their places. It’s easy to forget about everything else when your power is being threatened. They’re selfish enough to not even think things through. At least they believe we can handle an outside threat compared to a threat from them. Stupid alphas.

“You have to dress up, Andrew. We’ve decided that we won’t be introducing you to them as a bodyguard. You’re going to be introduced as a new member of the Silverstein Pack.” Beckett holds a suit bag up. “This should fit. I’ve had the tailor add a dozen more to your closet. Tonight is going to be a bit complicated. I want you to meet with Wesley for a couple of minutes to ensure you understand the plan.”

Andrew looks at me, waiting until I confirm that I agree with whatever task one of my guys gives him, treating me as his superior. He doesn’t talk much, which is fine, but I do hope he chills out just a bit. He literally opens every door and tells me it’s all clear regardless of where we are. I didn’t know having a hugely buff shadow would be so distracting.

“That sounds like a good idea to me,” I confirm, motioning toward Beckett’s door. “We’ll appear stronger that way. Welcome to my pack, Andrew.”

Something changes on his face, and he silently shifts his gaze away and smirks just a little.

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